Rich and Ready

CHAPTER NINE

His words repeated in her head once more, and before she even knew what she was saying she was spoke.

"Yes. I'm sure I can figure it out...what did you have in mind?"

"I'll take you anywhere you want to go, Birdie. I mean it, anywhere, I have access to a private jet, remember?" She giggled at his playful tone as she thought it over.

She didn't have any specific place in mind, she could spend the weekend with him in a trailer park and probably have a good time. Not to mention, she couldn't think straight right now, not after that orgasm.

"I'm not sure there's anywhere specific I'd really like to go..." She thought of it again, and decided something else. "Take me somewhere special to you, Adrien. I want to know where you want to take me."

He was silent for a moment, and she thought she'd said the wrong thing but he spoke before she could take back her words.

"I would love that. Let me know a weekend and I'll arrange it for us." She had a permanent smile on her face now, growing giddy with excitement.

"Oka-" She was interrupted by the main door opening and closing.

"Birdie! You awake babe?" She jumped at the sound of a loud crash.

"Wow, uh-" She began, but he Adrien spoke again.

"Is he drunk?" His tone was ice cold in the blink of an eye.

"Yes. I-" Another loud crash caused her to flinch.

She didn't see him this way often, only once or twice. She was nervous to go down there, but she knew she couldn't just leave him that way. He could hurt himself.

"I don't like the sound of this." The worry was clear as day, and she heard shuffling of sheets on his part.

"It's okay, I'll be fine. I have to go, Adrien. I'm sorry." She hung up before anything else could be said, as she slowly made her way out of the bedroom.

She was met with the sight of the entryway table and its contents splayed on the ground, a broken vase with its ceramic all over the place. Though she saw no signs of Vance.

"Vance?" She walked into the living room to spot him past out, half on the couch and half on the floor. She sighed in annoyance, though she was glad he wasn't hurt or anything.

She turned on the dim light in the hall, grabbing the broom and dust pan as she began to clean up the pieces of ceramic. It was then she noticed, her newest camera lens on the ground.

With a gasp, she bent down, her heart breaking when she seen it was shattered.

"Oh no..." She cursed, her anger rising bubbling to the surface quickly.

She sighed, slamming it back down on the table, though he still didn't stir awake.

When she was done cleaning up, she swallowed her frustration and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Vance, come on, let's get you to bed." He only grumbled in response, and she found herself not really caring much anymore.

If he wanted to get hammered and come back this way, she'd let him deal with it alone. With one final look to her husband, she made her way back to their room alone.

When she awoke the next morning, he was still in practically the same position, and she wasn't sure if it was her late night or what, but she was in a foul mood.

She didn't go out of her way to be overly loud, though she didn't tip toe around their living room either. She made herself a coffee and breakfast, and only as she was packing her equipment did he stir.